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swam under the ice
pushed whole lakes with my palms
now my fire has died
Image from pinterest.com
swam under the ice
pushed whole lakes with my palms
now my fire has died
Writer Lynne Sargent
Poetry Puttering by Pax & Company
Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
rejuvenatement - not retirement
beautiful.
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thank you kindly, annette
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Very nice!
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thanks, celestine
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I suspect that fire still burns. Excellent as ever.
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afraid I’m down to embers
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compact…complete …excellent… !!
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much appreciated
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Had to tweet it.
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thanks, charly
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My pleasure sir.
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In the end we are finite beings. Our fire is only for a moment at least on this side of glory.
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amen
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Oooh, WOWZA.
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you always give me such a boost
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powerful, I love how you can use so few words to say so much, Paul. Well done, sir.
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enjoy the form
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Reblogged this on Poesy plus Polemics.
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Awesome! The picture, too!
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Reblogged this on OUR POETRY CORNER.
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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It just got a few splashes of water on it – once it dries, it will relight.
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I love that thought
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Thank you Paul. I love your heart and mind. 🙂
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Your fire will never die.
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alas, it’s too late
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Your fire shows in each and every poem of yours and I am sure in other aspects of your life as well. I could be wrong but that’s how I see it.
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Your embers have a lovely light, Paul.
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what a sweet thing to say – thank you
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Oh, this is a beauty. And have you invented a word (vincible)? 🙂
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I have been known to make up the occasional word, but this one is real – it’s in the OED
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Ha, ha.
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